The same posture, different directions, two sunny and youthful faces, so close to the ground opposite, not a couple can abuse a few students who come to the library alone face envy.

Zhuo Yihang watched the girl close at hand, her heart beating a little faster.

Her eyelashes are thick and long, and they stick to her lower eyelids like two feather fans. Her nose is tall and straight, her lips are naturally pink, and there is no blemish on her fair face.

Even without makeup, it's not beautiful enough.

He has not never seen a beautiful girl. These years, whether abroad or in Qingcheng, whether friends around him or...